Fill Me [Dungeon Masters 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Page 9

  “My dad was worried about leaving me alone. I was seventeen. He urged me to marry a man he admired. Miles was quite a bit older than me, thirty, and Dad thought he’d be a good husband. That didn’t work out. But I was really glad that Dad died thinking he’d provided for my future. And in a way, he had.”

  “So Miles was the ex who filled your mind with derogatory statements about yourself and who damaged your self-esteem. And he’s your ex-husband,” said Asher.

  Ryia pulled her hands from theirs and shook her head. “It’s more complicated than that.”

  “That’s all right. We have hours yet. Take your time and explain it to us,” said Elijah. He smiled at her, trying to fill her with the confidence to talk about this Miles. The man had really harmed her mind and needed to be shown up for the asshole he must have been. Elijah was more than happy to point out his faults and lies to Ryia. She was such a beautiful person and she needed to know that.

  “My dad and Miles organized the wedding. It was in the garden of my home and some of my friends helped me pick out a white gown and flowers for my hair and all that sort of thing. We had a celebrant, who was a friend of Miles’s, and caterers for the food, and all the usual things that go with a wedding. The sun shone and everyone said how handsome Miles was and what a perfect husband he’d make for me.”

  “But he wasn’t.” Asher spoke firmly.

  Ryia spoke very carefully. “I was very young, very stupid, and likely a real drag on him. Nothing I did was how he liked it. No matter how hard I tried I kept making mistakes. And of course, he hated how very fat I was. But he certainly didn’t love me. I left him in the end, after I finally understood I would never make him happy. That’s when I found out our marriage wasn’t even legal. He was still married to his first wife.”

  “However, did he manage to fill out all the paperwork for his wedding with you and forget about her? And the celebrant had to have known as well,” asked Elijah. There was no way he’d ever ignore Ryia. She was too special, too unique. How could the man have forgotten his first marriage? It was impossible.

  “I have no idea. I was pretty naïve back then, even after five years with him. Being on my own, though, has taught me to think for myself. I’ve built up my store alone, but I know there’s still so much to learn. That’s why I’m here at this convention. To learn everything I can.”

  “Well, you’ve certainly taken enough notes and worked hard enough to qualify for a diploma in Paying Attention at Conferences,” teased Asher.

  “The real question is, are you ready yet to move on in your private life? Asher and I would very much like to entertain you in our room again tonight. There are some adult games we could play together. Are you interested in that?” asked Elijah. He stared deep into her violet eyes, hoping she’d say yes. Waiting and watching for any hint of how she felt about his suggestion.

  * * * *

  Asher wanted to hold her hand again, but he wasn’t sure how she’d view that. She meant so much to him already. It was impossible to believe they’d only known her for a few days. It seemed like she’d been a part of him forever. He certainly wanted her to remain with him for the rest of their lives. But first she had to accept that. There was also the not insignificant fact that Elijah was a wolf. Asher wasn’t sure how they were going to explain that to her. But right now was for learning all about her. Once he knew how her mind worked, what she wanted out of her life, then he’d be able to do much more to please her. He wanted to take her back to the dungeons and show her how very good BDSM could be as well.

  That would be the next step. Tomorrow the conference concluded in the afternoon. He needed her to agree to come to The Dom’s Dungeon with them and explore some of the toys there. After that they’d work on the whole wolf thing. Once she understood that they’d never hurt her.

  “Spending last night with you both was the first time I’d been with anyone other than Miles. So I consider I’ve already moved on, at least to some extent.”

  “And tonight? Will you come with us again tonight?” asked Asher.

  Ryia smiled. He’d take that a yes.

  “Are you willing to play with a few toys as well?” asked Elijah.

  “I think so, but I can’t be sure how I’ll react when the time comes. Some of them might bring back unhappy memories.”

  “We’ll take it as a challenge to remove those old memories and replace them with good ones.”

  Asher whispered almost in her ear, knowing the wolf’s extra sharp hearing would enable him to follow the conversation, “Memories of you climaxing again and again on our hands, our mouths, our cocks.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Asher left the conversation there, wanting her to have plenty of time to decide how she felt before they went upstairs. Not long after that the music stopped, the MC spoke about the next morning’s keynote speaker, and then advertised next year’s conference. Coffee was served and people started leaving.

  Elijah stood up. “Shall we go?”

  Ryia looked around the ballroom and nodded. Asher estimated one third of the people had already left and he guessed possibly one quarter would stay as long as the free alcohol was served. He agreed with Elijah that now was the perfect time to go. Not one of the first but not one of the last either. Besides, they might even be able to use the elevators. Hopefully the line waiting for them would be a manageable length.

  Two elevators arrived simultaneously just as they reached them. All the people waiting crowded onto the first one, leaving the three of them alone in the second one.

  “Wow. This is the first time the elevator hasn’t been packed out. Although I’ve been taking the stairs when I only want to go up or down a couple of floors.”

  “We have as well. The convention must have pretty much filled this hotel I reckon,” said Elijah.

  “Phoenix said all the ordinary rooms were booked out. I don’t know about the suites.”

  Asher let Elijah lead the way. He wasn’t going to mention he’d been the one who’d chosen their more expensive Jacuzzi room. But already it’d come in very useful last night and hopefully it’d be just as well used tonight, too.

  Once they were inside the room, Elijah turned Ryia to face them both.

  “Ryia, we both want you very much. I’ve never met a woman who draws me into herself the way you do. Will you let us play a BDSM game with you? Tomorrow after the convention finishes, I’d like to take you to The Dom’s Dungeon and let you explore one of the dungeons. But first, I want you to experience how very freeing it can be to leave your stress and strivings aside and let Asher and me make all the decisions for you.”

  “I won’t be gagged. I will have a safe word and if I say it you will both stop immediately.”

  “Absolutely. The Dom’s Dungeon is built on the safe, sane, and consensual rule, and we’d never ever do anything you explicitly didn’t want.”

  “And you’ll stop immediately if I say my word?”

  “I promise.”

  “I do, too.”

  “Very well. I agree. My safe word is 108 642.”

  Asher stared at her. “What kind of a safe word is that?”

  “One I need to concentrate to say and therefore will have to make a decision to use. It’ll never just slip out of my mouth without me thinking it through.”

  “That’s true. I’m glad you can remember it,” said Elijah.

  Asher had bought a jar of aromatic massage oil at the exhibition downstairs, and Elijah agreed it would be a good means of distracting Ryia at the start.

  “You can relax her with that while I get the rest of the scene set up,” he’d said.

  “Shall I help you out of that dress? It’s very beautiful, and that color is perfect for you, but right now naked is what we have in mind.”

  She turned around, lifting her hair off her neck, and Asher slowly unzipped the dress. It was like unwrapping a present. He’d seen her naked the previous night, but he longed to have her naked and in his arms again. One day he’d teach
her to dance. Dancing was an excellent method of setting a romantic scene. But for now the aromatic massage oil would have to do. Tomorrow, back at the dungeon, they’d have access to any number of amazing toys to use on her and with her.

  Quickly he pulled off his tuxedo and hung the jacket over the back of a chair, folding the trousers and placing them on the seat of the chair, before glancing back to Ryia to see if she was undressed yet. She was unbuckling the straps of her stilettos. Likely he should have offered to do that for her as well, but he hastily pulled off his necktie, unbuttoned the dress shirt, and dropped them on the chair, kicking off his dress shoes and toeing off his socks at the same time.

  Then he picked Ryia up, holding her in his arms, hugging her to his chest as he took the few steps across to the bed. Elijah had already pulled the bedding down ready for them.

  “Each time one of you does that, I worry that you’ll pull a muscle,” she said softly.

  “You need to understand that you don’t really weigh all that much,” said Asher firmly.

  “Have you ever watched teenage boys or young men horsing around together?” asked Elijah.

  “Back when I was at school, I suppose so.”

  “Didn’t you notice that they pick each other up? Give each other piggyback rides? Climb up each other’s bodies all the time?” asked Elijah.

  “I guess…Yes, I do remember them playing games sometimes on the sports field pretending to fight each other with a friend riding on their back and so on.”

  “The average male is several inches taller than the average female. In your case, you aren’t particularly tall and we’re more like eight or ten inches taller than you. Extra height equals extra weight. Bones, muscles, all those things weigh heavily. And that in turn means that the average male is bigger, stronger, and heavier than the average woman. You aren’t heavy at all. I imagine any ordinary man could carry you perfectly easily,” said Elijah sternly.

  Asher watched her face as she assimilated what Elijah had said. He wasn’t sure that she was convinced, but she was definitely thinking about his friend’s words. That was good.

  “Now it’s time to obey us. If you say your safe word the scene will end. The scene begins now,” said Elijah.

  He paused for a moment so Asher said, “Roll onto your belly and stretch your hands out toward the headboard.”

  This would be a test. She’d refused to be gagged, so likely she had bad memories of having been gagged in the past. If Miles had tied her up when he abused her, even fluffy purple handcuffs might upset her. But it seemed not. She did as he’d asked easily, and Elijah locked her wrists together with the handcuffs after threading them through the bottom rail of the headboard.

  Now it was Asher’s turn. He’d left the oil in the nightstand hoping she’d agree to come to their room tonight. He took it out, kneeled beside her on the bed, tipped a little of the oil on her shoulders, and began massaging it into her skin.

  “Have you been spanked to arouse you to orgasm, Ryia?” asked Elijah.

  Asher noticed he didn’t call her sub, but used her name. This might be a practice session, but Elijah was being very careful not to make it too confronting.

  “No.”

  “You should answer ‘No, Sir,’ or ‘No, Master,’” chided Elijah.

  “You called me Ryia, though, not sub, or slave.”

  Damn, she was smart!

  “That’s true. Now answer the question, sub.”

  Ah. I understand now. He was testing her. Damn, he’s just as smart as she is, and they’re both smarter than me.

  “No, Sir.”

  “When punishment is done correctly, it will arouse you higher and higher until you want to come. But you may not climax until I give you permission. Understand, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Asher moved a little farther away from Ryia as Elijah stood at the side of the bed, level with her butt, and spanked her three times. Then he nodded at Asher, so Asher tipped some oil on her arm, the one nearest him, and massaged it into her soft skin.

  When he stopped, Elijah spanked her thighs, and then her ass.

  This time Asher oiled a foot. They played the game for a little while, Elijah spanking her and then him massaging her, but it didn’t take long for Asher to be able to smell her arousal even over the strong strawberry scent of the massage oil. It seemed she did like being spanked. That was wonderful news.

  At another nod from Elijah, Asher began to open her ass for his cock. The massage oil was slick and her cunt was so close he longed to finger her, but that wasn’t his role right now. Her ass was his, though, and he gradually stretched and opened her, softening her walls and muscle ring until she was pushing back onto his fingers, quite clearly wanting to come.

  “Did I say you could come, sub?” asked Elijah.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Would you like to come?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “The longer you wait the better your orgasm will be. What if I told you to wait?”

  “I’d try,” she said softly.

  “Good sub. As a reward, you may come.”

  Elijah slid his fingers into her cunt and Asher resumed finger-fucking her ass. She whimpered, shook, and then her inner muscles gripped his fingers tightly as she came. Excellent. She should be nicely warmed up and ready to fuck them. It’d been a very simple game, but it had included elements of BDSM, and she hadn’t been disturbed by them. Tomorrow, if she agreed to go into the dungeon with them, they should be able to organize a scene together to drive her wild with desire.

  * * * *

  Ryia lay facedown on the bed, still quivering from her orgasm. She’d been confident if she called out her safe word that these men would set her free. There was a huge difference in their attitude to her and how Miles had treated her. It was almost as if someone had slapped her upside the head and pointed it out to her. It’d happened when they’d held her hands during the dinner. Miles had sometimes held her hand when they were out, too. Not that they’d ever been to a formal dinner, or even out for a meal together as a young married couple. But sometimes when they were shopping or he took her with him to deal with some business matter, he’d hold her hand. Or her wrist. He’d always gripped her tightly, almost as if he was concerned she’d try to run away from him. At first she’d assumed he wanted to protect her. Later she’d understood it was his way of reminding her that he was in control. Not that she ever would have run away. He’d convinced her that all the failings in their marriage were hers and that she was the one who needed to change.

  But Asher and Elijah held her hand gently, sweetly, even reverently. There was a definite intention to please her, not hurt her. Miles had sometimes gripped her so tightly she’d been afraid her bones would break. Whereas now, these men touched her softly and comfortingly.

  Those different methods of touching her demonstrated so much louder than words ever could their different attitudes. Asher and Elijah cared for her and respected her wishes. She was in control of her life. They were simply sharing her life, walking beside her on the journey. Whereas, Miles had wanted to be in complete control of everyone and everything. It was all about him. Her purpose was simply to serve him. She knew now that he’d never seen her as a person, only as a vehicle to be shaped and molded to do his will. And even at that she’d failed. Not only in that she weighed so much more than his ideal slender and beautiful woman might weigh, but also in that she kept thinking for herself and trying to reason why certain activities and actions had to happen.

  She now knew that many of his actions were dictated by his attempts to gain enduring control of her money. Why had he married her in the first place? To please her father? To gain access to her money? Whichever it was, his increasing hatred of her and more violent attacks on her had presumably come when he’d learned he would never have complete control of her assets. That they were tied up in her name and that once she turned twenty-one even his trusteeship of her money would end. That must have been what made him
so very angry. Yet he hadn’t left her. He’d tried even harder to control her and keep her unaware of what was really happening.

  She was so very grateful she’d read that bank statement or she might still be sitting in that apartment, naked and crying with pain at her unending failure to make her husband happy. Her not-husband. I need to stop thinking of Miles as my husband. He never was and he knew all along we weren’t married. He set it all up with the so-called celebrant. And I will ensure he can never capture another young woman like me. I’ll talk to the lawyers as soon as I get home.

  Asher’s fingers were teasing in her ass again. Already she knew instinctively which of them was which. Their hands felt quite different on her skin, and their scents were different as well. Elijah was more earthy and his cum had the same hint of earthiness in it as well.

  Last night was the first time her ass had ever shattered in an orgasm. Well, it was her cunt that truly orgasmed, but all the nerve endings in her ass had responded simultaneously. That had never happened before so, to her, that was a genuine ass orgasm as well as a regular one. Not than anything these two men had done to her was regular. They were like old-fashioned beaux, something out of Scarlett O’Hara and Gone With the Wind, pleasing her by making her the center of their attention. Well, for tonight at least.

  She wiggled deeper into the mattress as Asher teased her ass, thrusting herself back on his fingers to take him deeper. Ready and waiting for him to replace his fingers with his cock.

  Asher removed the handcuffs and then sat on the bed beside her, shoving a pillow between his back and the headboard. She looked at his face as he got himself settled, and then he pulled her up onto his lap. “Turn your back to me and sit your ass on my cock,” he said.

  Ryia frowned. That sounded like a rather tricky maneuver to her. Nevertheless she did as he suggested, kneeling down and letting him guide her hips, holding her ass cheeks apart until his cock pressed against her back door.

  Asher wrapped both arms around her waist, holding her still. “Move your legs so they’re facing forward. You won’t be able to sit totally flat on my lap that way without hurting your legs.”